Fast-food restaurant grease ran down his chubby fingers.
Reaching for the cup of bubbly sugar water to wash it down, he took a long swig.
It tasted so so good. He snatched up his burger and took another ferocious bite.
Eventually, the stuffing of his face subsided and he turned back to the problem at hand.
Differential equations had destroyed his brain, but after that carb load, it was time to strike back!
Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
It all came into focus suddenly
Reality was never going to be her playground
It was all she could do to not cackle as she downed her cup of Ayahuasca
Slowly her eyes dilated and she was home
Cup of her liquid wakeup was held close to her nose
Olfactory sensors lit up her brain with anticipation
Followed with her stomach preparing for the scalding acidic onslaught
Fluid of the darkest black splashed and sloshed along her tongue
Everything in her mouth screamed as the heat seared her taste buds
Except she considered that her wakeup alarm symphony. The day could now begin.
Nibbling on fresh air
And that was not satisfying
Knowing nothing was coming
Reaching for a cup of tea
Everything will be okay
Even if his stomach disagreed
So many people crowded together to celebrate
Only Erik felt like an island in the sea of humanity
Looking at the beer in his red cup, he wondered why he was there
On his way home, he remembered. He was Marty’s ride.